hrone,
Ten thousand thousand souls rejoice,
In ecstasies unknown.
6 And yet ten thousand thousand more
Are welcome still to come;
Ye longing souls! the grace adore,
Approach, there yet is room.
Anne Steele, 1760.
210 Azmon. C.M.
_Gen. 6:3._
There is a line by us unseen,
That crosses every path,
The hidden boundary between
God's patience and his wrath.
2 To pass that limit is to die,
To die as if by stealth;
It does not quench the beaming eye,
Nor pale the glow of health.
3 Oh! where is this mysterious bourne
By which our path is crossed;
Beyond which God himself hath sworn
That he who goes is lost?
4 How far may we go on to sin?
How long will God forbear?
Where does hope end, and where begin
The confines of despair?
5 An answer from the skies is sent,--
"Ye that from God depart,
While it is called to-day, repent,
And harden not your heart."
Joseph Addison Alexander.
211 Azmon. C.M.
_The Last Resolve._ (416)
Come, humble sinner! in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve:
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:--
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Like mountains round me close;
I know his courts, I'll enter in
Whatever may oppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.
4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea;
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For, if I stay away, I know
I must forever die."
Edmund Jones, 1777.
212 Sessions. L.M.
_My Spirit Shall Not Always Strive._ (427)
Say, sinner, hath a voice within
Oft whispered to thy secret soul,
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin,
And yield thy heart to God's control?
2 Sinner! it was a heavenly voice,--
It was the Spirit's gracious call;
It bade thee make the better choice,
And haste to seek in Christ thine all.
3 Spurn not the call for life and light;
Regard in time the warning kind;
That call thou may'st not always slight
And yet the gate of mercy find.
4 God's Spirit will not always strive
With hardened self-destroying men;
Ye, who persist his love to grieve,
May never hear his voice again.
5 Sinner! perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be:
Oh! should'st thou grie
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